An stands before the beast's face, the stream of cold coming from its mouth parting around her as she tries to fire arrows at it.
The idiot's going to get herself killed.
I throw a firebolt in its face, drawing its attention from her. It looks at me.
I throw another surge of fire at its nose and sprint to its rear, avoiding its ice breath.
A man that works at the frost streaked mill slashes his dagger against the dragon's leg, only to be swept back by its tale.
I gash a hole in its wing while it's distracted. The wing juts out, sending me flying back. I land on my back, the air being forced from my lungs. Ow.
I get to my feet and eject lighting into it persistently. It has one of the mill workers in its jaws, shaking its head back and forth.
I look for An. She's off to the side, her bow aimed at the beast. She releases the arrow.
It sticks right into the dragon's green eye. The mill worker falls on the reddened path. An walks up to him, a ball of yellow light gathering in her hand. She drops it on him, draws her sword, and severs the dragon's neck in one swift motion. It falls on its side.
My hands diffuse. I walk forward, taking my place beside Ana.
The mill worker pushes himself up, resting a hand on the closing holes in his torso. He looks at us in amazement. "Thank you."
An looks at me. Her clothes are encrusted with frost. "Did you see that?"
"Yeah, nice shot."
"No, not that. The ice... it didn't bother me at all. I wasn't effected. I don't even feel cold."
"Looks like you discovered another one of your new gifts: resistance to frost."
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An's Diary (Skyrim Fanfic)
FanfictionMarcurio, a mercenary magician, is hired by the mysterious Dovahkiin for the second time. But this time, he's been recruited to accompany her in her attempt to uncover her past and find out why her first memory is of her waking up outside Skyrim's b...
